Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 682 Witcher Annie

In terms of people's feeling, the bald head is more bluffing than Boris.

In terms of speed, the bald head is also stronger than a few people.

That strength looked scary too.

The fist wind squeezed the airflow, and there was a sound.

The bald head was very confident in his punch.

The last time, oh, I don't remember how long it was, he killed a Chinese cultivator with his domineering fists.

This time, he thought it was the same.

However, what is said is however!
His fist was easily grabbed by Tian Ermiao.

The expression in the bald man's eyes immediately changed, becoming shocked and unbelievable!

But just like that, Tian Ermiao was caught.

"My strength..." Baldhead spoke with difficulty.

"Your strength is useless." Tian Ermiao pressed her hands hard.

click!
It was as if the sound of bones breaking came from the bald hand.

The eyes of those in uniform looked straight.

Because, the big fist of the bald head shrunk by as much as half.

This is a living hand crushed!
One of the specialties of the blood race is the strong recovery ability. In this regard, Tian Ermiao is a little envious.

Of course, he is not envious of the bald people, their resilience Tian Ermiao still doesn't like them, he is talking about the strong in the blood clan, maybe the one named Griffith is fine, but who knows, there is none See you.

"Your strength..." The bald head was extremely painful, but he still spoke.

"It's not my strength, but your recovery ability is too bad."

Tian Ermiao's words almost made the bald head vomit blood. If his resilience is poor, how many people on earth have strong resilience?

Therefore, the bald head felt that the Chinese man in front of him was humiliating him, and he was humiliated one after another. Of course, he thought it was all because of what Tian Ermiao said was the truth.

Speaking of humiliation, since he was humiliated, the bald head had to fight back.

So, with bloodshot forehead, he bared his fangs and bit Tian Ermiao's neck.

Tian Ermiao flicked the fingers of the other hand.

laugh!
A force hit a fang, but the fang didn't shatter as before, but was hit with a hole.

Tian Ermiao was dissatisfied with this attack, he sighed slightly.

The bald head is terrified.

It can be said that the two fangs are the strongest parts of his body, and a hole appeared without seeing the other party make a move. How did he do it?

Of course, the most bald head is pain, and the fangs are connected to the nerves. Well, the soul of the blood race is abnormal, and the nerves are naturally abnormal. The pain is much less than ordinary people, but, it hurts!

Just like the woman before, she said, how long will it take to recover.

It is even more difficult to recover from a bald head at a higher level.

"what!"

The bald grinned and roared at Tian Ermiao.

Tian Ermiao frowned, "I have bad breath."

The bald head froze for a moment, then was forever stunned, Tian Ermiao's finger was placed between the bald head's eyebrows, and when the finger was moved away, a blood hole appeared.

The reason why Tian Ermiao didn't squeeze his head off was because he didn't want to accidentally get blood on his body again.

"boom!"

The bald corpse fell to the ground.

Tian Ermiao walked away.

Those in uniform were all stunned there, unable to recover for a long time.

Today, for them, the Three Views have to be re-established.

All kinds of supernatural powers supernatural beings...

The first person to react was the oldest middle-aged man, he chased after him and shouted: "Shangshen..."

The god they talked about, Mr. Tian Er Miao Tian, ​​has disappeared.

Instead of going back to his residence, he walked out of the hotel and headed west.

……

Anne is a witcher, the best witcher in Italy.

Why is there an extra most?

It was because the best demon hunter in Italy was her teacher, and she defeated her teacher just last month, so she was the best demon hunter in Italy.

As the most outstanding witcher, Annie is of course proud.

And of course beautiful and sexy.

The arrogant, beautiful and sexy witcher naturally cannot be seen with normal eyes.

Because, under normal circumstances, no woman would wander around the wilderness in the middle of the night, or on foot.

Annie thought it was cool, and with the Demon Hunting Sword on her back, her style went straight up.

"It's just a camera."

Anne sighed.

I was blind to such a beautiful, sexy and arrogant woman, and I was blind to such a scene in vain.

A woman is of course herself.

So, what about the scene?

The moon is dark and the wind is high, old trees and black mountains, a few lonely graves, and a few old ducks.

"Even if there is no camera, at least one or two dark creatures, for example... blood race!"

Annie's eyes suddenly brightened.

Now that we have met, you will be the first dark creature I have killed since I became the best witcher.

Boris ran like flying, and occasionally looked back, as if afraid of someone chasing him.

"It's too strong, just pinch the heads of the three fat guys. It's too strong, so strong that there's no limit to it. Can the bald head be his opponent?"

"Of course not. I only hope that the bald head can buy me time to escape."

"I want to go back, I want to tell Earl Griffith the whole thing, and only Griffith can be his opponent, so fucking strong!"

Turning his head again, with his powerful night vision ability, Boris still didn't see anyone. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowed down, "It's finally safe."

Then, he turned around, and then, he jumped out, and then, he screamed.

"Scary people will scare people to death!"

After Boris saw that it was a woman, his expression changed, "It's a stunner that dispels fear."

Under the sudden excitement, Boris naturally ignored why there was a woman in the wilderness at such a late hour, and also ignored the witcher sword behind the woman.

The person who came was naturally the most outstanding witcher, Annie.

"You're not human," said Anne.

"Yes, I am a creature higher than human beings." Boris said.

"It's just a lowly underground creature," Annie said.

Boris narrowed his eyes, and suddenly he laughed, "The little witcher who just left home?"

"Hahaha."

It seems that Boris likes to laugh very much, and every time he laughs back and forth, he laughs and says, "I like you little witch hunters the most. I think you have cultivated a whole body of skills and come out with great ambitions, like you I've seen too many of them."

"However, none of them lived long, but I plan to give you a way."

Boris said: "How about being my blood slave? Don't think the word blood slave is ugly. In fact, it is not the case. I have never accepted a blood slave in my life, because my requirements are high, and you, I think you meet the requirements." .”

"How about I let you live in this world forever in another form of life?"

"Become a lowly dark creature like you?" Annie's face was cold.

"Stop saying the words I hate, or else..."

Boris' eyeballs bulged, and blood gushed from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)